Tuesday, 20 October 2009

Party Time!

The night begins to brew.Fun simmers on its outskirts.The town heats up.And DJs raise the decibel to number 9!

Now Ritual must begin: performed in umpteen bedrooms by umpteen girls.Saturday Night must be obeyed!Partying’s a solemn business; not to be left to chance.

Town-girls cackle, hen-like on their hen night,On heels high enough for a Good Time.Something is pleasuring them.All short-sleeved-a’-Winter, Lads, or Townies,Push out chests, lower their voices,Then aim iron stares at clubbers not of their pack.Outside, booze is taken as if a sacred juice.Taken like holy water; though more freely.Alcohol is guiding the way.All hang-ups fall like the heavy-weights they are.

11.30pm:

Sharp and raucous, the music thumps night-club walls;Which vibrate, throwing back the noise back to the dance-floor.The bass drum bangs its nail into a dozen heads.Its one-beat bar guides like a law.Dance-Music is mantra.Each beat is rammed into young, delicate ears.Ears are now bleeding onto the sweat-drenched dance-floor.Young ones dance from the soul out.Dance deep into the concrete sound.Dances expressive of the dancers. But I don’t know what they say.The DJ’s fused accent, part-US, part-Keighley,Unctuously crawls into credulous ears.These ears are impressed by such things as an affected, hip accent.A voice, that, in a pained contrast, turns my bowels over.

2.05am:

Fag-end of another Good Night.The fresh air mingles with the boozy breath.Night-clubs spews out the pissheads;The packs of fist-happy lads;And drunks whom later spew their innards onto the pavement.

This is the anointed hour to drop one’s pants;For a fight to spill over the fun-barrel;To neck the prize lad on a quiet street;To piss in public;To cry over boyfriends and fight over girlfriends;And, finally, but not leastally, to moony at Asian taxis.The fact is, the drivers no longer care about this.They’re not impressed by the debauched, silly displaysOf the white working class - you know what I mean.By yet more of the same.You know what I mean.